I Left My Apple Behind.....

I left my apple behind......not a very significant thing for a person who has the resources to buy a whole cartful of apples if need be. But then since I have started on my monolouge about leaving things behind, I might as well open the entire pandoras box or in other words upset the apple cart.

I did leave my apple behind.....in my office lounge where I enter to have a just-about-sometimes-edible lunch and I took an apple among the scarce choice of fruits that were there. And upon leaving, I left it behind. It made me depressed that I forgot it behind as if its existence did not matter at all. But most of all I guess I was pricked that I seem to be leaving everything behind.....on the same day I left my gel pen somewhere and my cap of the second pen somewhere else....

And since I am talking about leaving things behind I shall get more verbose.....

I had no choice but to let go of my baby powder because it fell in the loo of a speeding train....and I did not want to fish out a ball point pen that fell in the dark, murky depths of an Indian toilet...so to put an end to its misery and my disgust, I flushed and watched it go into the oblivion of that whirlpool......

I found the world hazy one day only to find that I had left my spectacles behind.

After a particularly emotional altercation with a off and on friend of mine, I once locked my car and then realised that I had left my keys inside hanging in the ignition, and my driver had perforce witnessed nice Delhi sights on his way to help me with the other set of keys. And in the entire process had to bear the ignominy of being caught sitting despondently by the same friend.

I left my purse behind in the dance studio once....would have been much better had I let it remain there as there was nothing valuable in there except for my ID card from work (that too, it was necessary because I did not want to be kept waiting near the gates of my office while the guards who saw me everyday confirm my existence) but anyway mid way on my way back home I realised the absence of my handbag, and thanks to Delhi roads took a never ending U turn to go back and fetch it. In the process, I returend home late to a frosty greeting by my mother who took it as her duty to inform me that I was leading a moralless life (not in those words exactly...but the actual words are a bit more graphic). I must say leaving behind things is proving to be very injurious.

I left my hot water flask in yet another dance studio...and I readily mourned its disappearance/death because I had no hope of it coming back to me......it was a very good looking one after all...but lo and behold there are happy endings once in a while and after 3 weeks of absence I got my flask back...oh such a warm feeling it was.....

Ah yes!!!There was this one time when me and two of my peers went turning our room upside down looking for the spectacles that I thought I left behind somewhere in that room, but the spectacles were found perched on my nose....!!!This only conveys that I had left my mind somewhere and those peers of mine had a myopic vision....

I left a pretty gilt covered stole of mine in a friends room...and it continues to be left behind there somewhere.........

Wish I could leave my past behind with such abandon...........